Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order: SVU or it's characters because clearly if I did, Rolivia would be canon.
A/N: After a long break for moi, I give you Touch's second and final chapter... Enjoy!
The clock on Amanda's nightstand reads 1:08AM.
Her eyes just barely catch it as her head thrashes once again from side to side. Amanda has a strong grip on Olivia's thighs, holding them open as her mouth explores and plunders the soft, wet skin between her legs.
Every few moments Olivia feels her clitoris being sucked into Amanda's mouth. She tries to take mental notes, plan her reciprocation so she doesn't end up embarrassing herself by being so naive, but her face begins to heat as her body ignites with the satisfaction coursing through it.
Full thoughts are escaping her mind. Only small ones remain; fuck, pleasure, getting close, so soon.
"Manda," the brunette barely gets out. Her back arches in and rolls in waves up and down, off the mattress, on the mattress. The woman causing all of this pleasure to course through her veins pushes down on Olivia's thighs harder, holding her tighter.
"Fuck," the older woman cries, finding Amanda's hair with her fingers. Gently she pulls with each fluid motion.
"C'mon, Liv. Come."
Olivia's body begins to shake and betray her, the intensity of her impending orgasm penetrating every muscle in her body. Her breaths come and go in harsh, uneven pants. The heels of her feet are digging into Amanda's back. Her breasts and bouncing wildly. The newness, the power, the movements – they're all too heavy for her. Olivia crashes hard and fast, uncontrollably so. It takes control of her body while it bucks and spasms with each quickened pass of Amanda's tongue.
Gradually, Olivia regains her composure. It sinks back into her, all the pieces of the puzzle in her mind coming together one by one. It's time, she thinks. Her heart is pounding with the remainders of her orgasm and thought that soon she will be between a woman's legs for the very first time.
Slow. Slow down.
Amanda's mouth moves back up Olivia's body. It makes the brunette shudder, the way the blonde's mouth moves over her stomach, her taut nipples, and up to the mouth of her lover. Olivia's tongue tastes the sweet tang of her own fluids. It's not the first time she's tastes herself on someone else's tongue. But it is the first time she's tasted it on a woman's tongue, and that in entirety arouses her all over again.
Courageously, Olivia flips them over while their mouths remain fused. She bites down on Amanda's lip, then sucks it into her mouth. The pure eroticism of it all affects Olivia – deeply. Her heart feels so utterly full while Amanda whimpers in response to her lip being sucked and gently bitten. The younger woman arches upward, searching for more skin to skin contact. She receives it, Olivia's hand cupping her.
The brunette thinks of the way she herself likes to be touched and licked. She lets her middle finger trail up and down Amanda's wet slit, looking up to see her lover's reaction. The blonde's eyes are heavy, barely open, her mouth parted, her lips trembling.
"More," Amanda moans, her eyes dropping to Olivia's lips. She doesn't let herself think while she continues her ministrations, moving downwards as the blonde writhes beneath her.
Olivia looks up again and this time she's so close to Amanda's core she can smell the desire pooling between the woman's legs. With a nervous glance at her lover's face, Olivia goes in for the kill. Her mouth meets Amanda's folds and her tongue moves wit the rest of her.
"Fuck!" the younger woman cries out, fisting the sheets below her. Olivia can feel beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead, the nerves and the heat they're generating causing a deadly amount of humidity in the room that she really, truly does not give a damn about. She's so focused on Amanda, holding her slim thighs tightly, that she just lets go.
She doesn't care about the rumors or her losses, because this one night is going to be her momentary lapse in everything. She lets go of who she thought she was, and becomes who she is now.
Someone who takes risks and chances just for that moment that she doesn't need to remember the victims, the stories, the perps. It's just her and Amanda tonight, focusing on that primal need to be touched.
Olivia's index finger teases the folds she continues to suck and lick. Having found Amanda's bundle of nerves far too easily, the brunette knows she needs to amp it up just that little bit more in order to make her lover climax as hard as possible. It doesn't take long after she directs all her attention to blonde's clit for her body to begin tensing. Olivia slides her first finger inside, gasping around Amanda's skin at the feeling.
"Harder," she hears, a breathless plea that does not go unanswered. A second long digit joins the first as the older woman doubles her efforts. Olivia feels the slick, soft walls around her fingers tightening and begins to suck the younger woman's clit into her mouth repeatedly. "That it, oh-" Amanda tries to continue but her voice cuts off just before she leans her head into the pillow beside her, biting it as everything crashes around her.
Olivia listens with pride while her lover screams into the fabric, her eyebrows drawn together tight. It's then that she pulls her fingers out gently and touches them to the blonde's lips. She's not sure what the hell she's doing but it's too late now. Amanda's mouth parts and she takes Olivia's index finger in slowly, lazily.
"Ohh," the brunette moans, unable to help the surge of wetness that comes as her lover suckles her fingers. Amanda lets them slide from her mouth gradually, replacing her digits with her lips.
"Thank you for this, Liv," the blonde murmurs, still mid-kiss. She makes no move to leave or even roll over. It's comfortable here. It feels... Right.
Somewhere deep inside, Olivia has known her reply since their tryst began."Anytime..." There is seriousness behind her response, because she knows one of them – if not both – will be back for more.
Every moment she spends at her desk, she aches. There's that same burn inside of her, that need; it's creeping back in. What they're doing is no longer comfort sex. She wants more.
Needs more.
Her colleague is her addiction. It's taking over her, and she just needs that touch only Amanda can provide. Jesus, she's thinks, this is out of control. "It's two," Olivia announces, looking up at Amaro. "Are you gonna wake up Rollins or am I?" she smirks, seeing his eyes widen and his face contort in discomfort.
"She wasn't very happy last time I did," Nick chuckles, rubbing the side of his face as if remembering something, Olivia isn't sure what.
She rolls her eyes, rising to her feet. Her heart beats rapidly now. Olivia rubs and cracks her fingers nervously as she heads towards the cribs, thinking back to last night. After they had finished touching each other until they were too sensitive to carry on, they kissed. She rubs her thumb along her bottom lip, recalling Amanda's passionate kisses and the taste of her skin that still lingers.
Lust; Olivia's wild with it now. Her sexuality hasn't changed, but neither has her arousal around Amanda. When she reaches the door, she breathes deeply.
Despite her losses, despite her tendencies to put others before herself, last night a woman taught her that in order to move on from tragedies and losses, a bit of selfishness is needed. One day she'll thank Amanda for the lessons she unintentionally gave to Olivia, but for now, she opens the door slowly, shutting it behind her as silently as she can manage. Her blonde lover lays sleeping in a cot across the room from her. She's spread across the small bed, her muscled arms and legs covering the bed as much as she possibly can in her unconscious state.
Biting her lip, the brunette gives into temptation. Her nimble fingers begin unbuttoning her blouse while she makes her way over to her colleague and lover.
"Amanda," she calls huskily. "time to wake up."
A/N: Well, that's all she wrote! Any thoughts?